Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 19:35:58 +0100
From: Des Rathgit
Subject: "Garry's Awakening"
Garry's Awakening
By Des Rathgit (M/b, M/F/b, oral, anal, cons)
This story describes the gentle defloration of a little boy's virginity and
the eventual knitting together of a new family. I originally posted it on
"Perverts 'r' Us" hosted by ASSTR.ORG, but P 'r' U has now gone the way of
all flesh, so I hope that readers may enjoy it here.
Disclaimer: I expect some readers may see names that coincide with their
own; such coincidence is completely unintentional. No character is based on
anyone I know, and apart from that, everything is fiction.
! ! ! DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME ! ! !
* * * * * * * *
David Langley was walking home after a trip to the dentist for his annual
check-up. A math and physical education teacher at the nearby comprehensive
school, he was well-regarded by his local community to the extent that
almost everyone he met had a welcoming smile for him.
Aged 33 and childless, he was a recent divorcee due to his ex-wife's
growing fascination with sapphism, a penchant that David had found puzzling
and hurtful simultaneously. Fortunately, the lady still harboured a
considerable fondness for him, and the divorce was thus fairly painless -
no screaming accusations from either, just an agreement on both sides to
irreconcilable differences.
Thus it was that, while walking through a housing estate close to his own
home, he saw a young boy from one of his previous year's classes,
7-year-old Garry Baxter, who had just returned home on the school
bus. Garry was looking distinctly agitated, so David stopped to talk to
him. "Hello Garry, what seems to be the problem?"
"I can't find my key to the house, my Mum's out at work and I'm desperate
for the toilet," said a white-faced Garry.
"Well, why don't you just go behind a bush in your garden? Nobody will see
you."
"No sir, I need a poo. I had an upset tummy this afternoon."
"Oh well, then you'd better come round to my house; it's not far away,"
offered David.
"I need the toilet awful bad, sir, I don't know if I can make it."
"In that case, I'd better carry you so that you can concentrate on keeping
it in until we get home."
So David carried the little lad the next quarter-mile. As he was putting
Garry down to fetch his front-door key, he heard the ominous sounds
indicating that he was about 30 seconds too late. Garry dissolved into
floods of tears at the embarrassment of disgracing himself thus, but David,
who was used to the problems experienced by children, just smiled. "This
sort of thing can happen to anyone, Garry. It's easily put right; I'll just
put you in the bath after you've used the toilet."
While Garry was doing the necessary, David put the soiled clothes in the
wash-basin to soak and then ran the bath. He heard the toilet flush and
waited for Garry to come out, then led him to the bath and lifted him
in. Garry was slightly embarrassed at being naked in front of his former
math teacher, but David calmed him by telling him "You're hardly different
from the boys I've supervised in the showers after PE classes."
Then he started washing the pungent ordure from Garry's lower regions. He
avoided touching the little lad's wee-stick. "You'll be wanting to do that
bit yourself," he said.
"My Mum does it for me at home," said Garry, "Will you wash it please?"
David looked at him closely, but saw no guile in the little face. "OK," he
said, and commenced soaping the tiny penis. As he was drawing back the
foreskin, an erection started to increase its length, and Garry had the
grace to blush. "It doesn't do that when my Mum washes it," he admitted.
David was slightly amused, then interested in this little morsel of
flesh. He continued to rub the little shaft, and then ran a finger gently
over the glans. "Ooh, I like that," was Garry's comment. David smiled and
thought to himself that little-boy flesh could be interesting, thus
revealing to himself an aspect of his character that he hadn't known about.
"Do you have your mother's or father's phone number at work?" asked
David. "One of them needs to know where you are, since you won't be in when
they get home."
"My Dad died last year," was the response from Garry, clearly distressed at
the mention of his much-loved father. "Mum's phone number is written on a
piece of paper near the phone at home." Garry looked crestfallen, as
though he should have foreseen this eventuality.
"Don't worry, Garry, we'll pop round to your house and put a note through
the letter-box to tell her what's happened. We'll have to go there in the
car; you don't have any dry clothes to wear."
So David wrote a note explaining the situation, and suggested that Garry's
mother bring some clothes for him when she collected him. Then he wrapped a
towel around Garry's lower half, dressed the top half in an old sweater to
keep him warm, and put him in the car.
Having delivered the note, they returned to David's house and David sat
Garry down at the computer to play games or to do whatever else 7-year-old
boys do on computers, then went to perform some of the housekeeping chores
that never otherwise seemed to get done.
A ring of the doorbell curtailed these activities. It was Garry's mother,
who had left work early, seen the note and brought him a change of
clothes. "Hi, I'm Elaine Baxter. I'm so grateful to you for helping Garry
in this way. I don't know what he would have done otherwise."
David decided to mention the fact that he had bathed Garry and washed his
little widdler, just in case Garry mentioned it to her later. "In the
circumstances, you didn't have much choice," she said. "I would have done
exactly the same in your position."
Then she went on to explain that Garry had to go home by himself after
school because she was at work. She omitted to mention her widowhood, as
she knew Garry's sensitivity at the mention of his late father.
David realised the problem. "Perhaps Garry could come home with me after
school, or if I have to stay late he could there stay with me. In that
case, you could collect him from school when you finish work."
Garry was clearly impressed with the idea. "That's brilliant! I've found
some great pages on the internet using Mr. Langley's computer. There are
naked ladies on some of them! I never see that at school."
An embarrassed silence followed, and then David explained. "We have
NetNanny on the school computers, but I don't on mine, and I had forgotten
that when I left him to his own devices."
But David was most surprised at Elaine's reaction. "He probably sees that
sort of thing when he goes to his friend Danny's house. Anyway, it's
impossible to shield children from the twenty-first century. If I make a
big fuss about this, it will suggest forbidden fruit to him. Such things
appear on the TV all the time, and anyway I don't see what the fuss is
about. So long as it doesn't glorify violence or other depraved behaviour,
I'm not bothered."
This was a modern, broad-minded mother, bowing to the inevitable and
accepting it calmly. So they agreed that David would bring Garry home at
the end of the school day, and at the same time he suggested that he could
baby-sit at other times if need be. Garry scowled at the word which
suggested extreme youth - he considered himself almost grown-up. "I can't
pay you much," said Elaine. "I would have used the services of a
child-minder, but they are so expensive now."
"No need for payment," said David. "We get along very nicely, and if he
misbehaves I'll just take him to the council rubbish-dump and dispose of
him there." Garry looked up in alarm, then realised that this was just
adult-speak.
* * * * * * * *
The days rolled by, David looked after Garry as prescribed, and they became
very fond of each other. Garry couldn't forget his father, but came to view
David as a very satisfactory substitute. Elaine noticed, of course. "He
was desperately in need of a father figure," she said, "and you've picked
up the baton, like it or not." There was no dissent from David . . . he
liked it!
Elaine, being a very young-looking 31 years of age, was starting to concern
herself with her own future as a now-single woman. Having a seven-year-old
son did nothing for her eligibility as a partner, but knowing that she
could count on David's services as a responsible pseudo-parent, she was
able to accept, with David's blessing, invitations to parties and dates
whenever they were offered.
So it was that when she came to collect Garry one Friday evening, she asked
David if he would mind keeping Garry until the following morning; she had
been invited on a date and might even consider staying for breakfast.
"I'd be very happy to do that," offered David. "He can sleep in the guest
bedroom whenever he wants to. Just bring his pyjamas and any other things
he might need, plus tomorrow's underwear. It might be a good idea to leave
everything here for future use."
Elaine informed him that Garry preferred sleeping in his birthday suit, a
preference that David also shared. Garry looked questioningly at his
mother. "Will Uncle David be bathing me?" he enquired.
"Of course," replied Elaine. "You're not shy are you? He's bathed you
before."
David was the first to speak after that exchange. "If you would rather bath
yourself, Garry, I'll understand.""Don't be silly Garry," chided his
mother. "It'll be all boys together in this house," with a wink at
David. "Neither of you is particularly unusual, I'm sure."
"Is Uncle David going to bath with me then?" A look of interest crossed his
little face.
"I don't know," replied Elaine. "You'll have to ask him. After all, your
Dad often did."
This time, the mention of Garry's father caused little more than a grunt
from Garry. He was fast becoming accustomed to having a surrogate father in
David. "I think we'll play it by ear," decided David, terminating the
subject.
Elaine thanked him and left to get ready for her evening date.
David made a meal for the two of them, and then Garry sat down at the
computer. David had by this time installed a second user account for Garry,
adding the required safe-surfing program, much against his private distaste
for such restrictions. But the possibility that David might mention a
particular "naughty" page at school and have it traced to the home of a
teacher was too much of a risk. He still kept his own account unsullied,
though.
The time came for Garry's bath and bed-time. David undressed him, put him
in the bath and started washing him. "Can you wash my willy like you did
before, Uncle David?" he asked. "I haven't had a feeling as good as that
since you did it."
David was a little uneasy at that request. "It's not something you should
be talking about to anyone else, Garry," He said. "If it got to the wrong
ears I might be in very serious trouble, and you would probably never see
me again."
"I've never told anyone at all, not even Mum. I heard you telling her you'd
washed my willy, but not that you'd made it go stiff."
David thought for a moment. "OK, Garry, then I will," and he began washing
the small appendage, squeezing it gently and rubbing along its length. Then
he again stroked the glans, bringing a squeal of joy from Garry. "Oh, don't
stop," cried Garry. "It feels so nice."
David decided that there was nothing to be gained by restricting his
actions. "I think it's time I showed you some of the nice things that can
happen to you," he said. "I'll get into the bath with you, and we'll have
some fun."
David undressed and got into the bath, sporting an erection which Garry
eyed with interest. "Gosh, it's much bigger than mine," said a breathless
little boy. "Will mine get as big as that?"
David's manhood was a reasonable size - six inches by one-and-a-half in
diameter, but to Garry it looked more like a horse-cock. "It's not always
this big. It's only half the size normally. It just gets big when I see a
lovely little willy like yours."
"Can I hold it?" asked Garry. "Yes, but be careful. It's very sensitive,
just like the end of yours."
"Dad and I used to lick each other's willies," said Garry. "I really
enjoyed that, and I think he did too." I don't doubt it, thought David. A
blowjob is lovely in anyone's language.
But then Garry artlessly spoiled the moment by declaring, "Dad's was much
bigger than yours. I couldn't get it in my mouth, so I could only lick it."
David accepted the situation, knowing that he couldn't change it
anyway. But then he reflected that there were advantages to having an
average-size penis. A really big one couldn't be accommodated by anyone who
wasn't used to such things. Garry held David's sceptre and gently
masturbated it, betraying his expertise. David decided privately that he
approved of the late Mr. Baxter's educational abilities. "Come and sit on
my lap, Garry," he said softly. "Then we can do it to each other."
So Garry sat on David's lap, squeezing between his thighs the six inches of
penis sticking up between his legs. David then performed the same
masturbatory action on Garry's little chopper, and the two floated up to
seventh heaven. David resisted the urge to ejaculate until he could almost
bear it no longer. "Stand up and face me," he said.
When Garry obeyed, David took the small tube of flesh into his mouth and
sucked it, paying special attention to the glans. At times he included the
tiny scrotum in his sucking motions, which added to Garry's pleasure. "Oh
stop, Uncle David," he cried after a few minutes. "I want to wee". David
released the little worm and allowed it to pee into the bath-water, safe in
the knowledge that the urine was being diluted several thousand-fold.
"That was lovely, Uncle David. Can I do it to you now?" David pulled the
bath-plug to drain the water and said, "Let's go into your bedroom, we'll
do it there." David collected a tube of KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet
on the way.
Lying on the bed, they adopted a 69 position, with Garry lying full-length
on top of David. Garry started sucking the helmet and managed to get about
half the shaft into his mouth as well, while David, with a KY-lubricated
finger, gently stroked Garry's anus, drawing moans of contentment from the
owner of the anus. As his vinegar-stroke approached, David asked, "Did your
Dad ever cum in your mouth, Garry?"
"Yes, lots of times. I got to like the taste." At that, David's groin
responded by giving the well- known pre-ejaculation feeling.
"Well, get ready for it then. Here it comes." The young lad started
swallowing as the spurts of joy- juice hit the back of his throat; he
managed to accept it all without gagging. When the spurts subsided, David
relaxed in blissful pleasure, stroking the back of Garry's neck with one
hand and continuing to stroke his anus with the other while Garry responded
with sighs of delight.
"Garry, you're the best," said David. "You're far better at it than my wife
ever was, and your willy is delicious as well. I want to keep you here for
ever, but I suppose I have to share you with your Mum."
Garry smiled in contentment at a job well done. Then he had what he thought
was a brainwave. "Why don't you and Mum get married," he asked. "Then we
could all be together for ever."
"That's easier said than done, Garry. Your Mum might not be the right type
of woman for me to share the future with. I've already had one
disappointment, and another one would drive me round the bend. Besides, I
might not be the right type for her either."
"Gosh, it sounds terribly complicated," the little boy remarked.
"Well, we'll see what happens as we get to know each other better. Time for
some shut-eye now." Garry laid his head on the pillow, David kissed him
goodnight, then went to get dressed again.
* * * * * * * *
As he was sitting watching TV, David considered Garry's suggestion. It was
almost inevitable, knowing that Garry was so fond of him, he thought. These
things generally appear fairly simple to a child, but the idea of settling
down merely for the purpose of pleasing the child was, he knew,
untenable. David decided to talk it over with Elaine, who, he admitted, was
becoming increasingly attractive to him.
The next day was a Saturday, and David awoke to find Garry using the
computer. He was viewing a web-site which showed male homosexuals enjoying
each other's sexual equipment; David wondered how Garry had achieved this,
and then remembered that he had left the machine running overnight to
update his version of Windows. As with so many of this kind of image, the
men had weapons which were obviously much larger than David's. Garry
noticed as well. "Look, Uncle David, that man's willy is nearly as big as
my Dad's was. And now he's putting it in the other man's bottom. Gosh, that
must hurt."
"Didn't your Dad do that to you?" enquired David.
"No, he wanted to and I wanted him to, but it was much too big for me. He
tried and he was ever so gentle, but it still wouldn't go in."
Then another thought struck Garry. "Do you want to put yours in me? I
expect it would go in all right."
David immediately remembered his thought of the previous evening: that a
smaller organ might succeed where a larger one failed. "I don't want to
hurt you, Garry love, and these are the sort of things which have to be
kept very private. If anyone suspected something of that nature between us,
you and I would certainly never see each other again, and I could be put in
prison."
"I'll never tell anyone at all, not even my Mum," said Garry heatedly. "I
didn't tell her that Dad tried to put his in me, although she probably
suspected." David surmised that Elaine, being a mother, probably came
nearer to the truth than mere suspicion, but he didn't enlighten
Garry. "We'll think about that later," he promised.
As he said it, the phone rang; it was Elaine. Talk of the devil
. . . "Frank has invited me to his cottage in the Lake District for the
weekend," she said with excitement in her voice. "I wonder if . . ." she
left the question-mark hanging.
"I'd be glad to," David assured her. "We're getting on brilliantly here. I
was just about to take him out to the zoo and all that goes with it."
Garry pricked up his ears at that. He looked at David and smiled in
apprehension. "Oh damn, Garry says he doesn't want to go," continued David,
drawing a cry of protest from Garry. "I don't think he agrees with you,"
laughed Elaine after overhearing.
"OK, I'm persuaded. Have a lovely time in the Lake District, and bring back
a mermaid for me."
David and Garry spent an exhausting day at the zoo, Garry noticing that
some of the inhabitants of the simian building were performing acts similar
to those he had seen on the internet that morning. "Why is one monkey
putting his willy in the other one's bottom?" he queried. "I thought only
humans did that."
"Well, there's only one way to produce baby monkeys, and that's what you've
just seen. They weren't two boy-monkeys; the one in front was a girl."
Garry pondered this thought and tried to apply his limited logical skills
to the problem. "If you put your . . ."
David hurriedly put his hand over Garry's mouth. "Garry, please! Whatever
you were going to say, I'm sure that anyone overhearing would look at us
with suspicion."
Garry looked crestfallen, and covered his embarrassment by bursting into
tears. He realised that although there was nobody to overhear, he had been
about to break a confidence and thus could have caused endless
trouble. "I'm sorry, Uncle David," he said. "It won't happen again." David
kissed him and everything was sunshine again.
* * * * * * * *
When they returned home, tired and very happy, Garry asked David if they
could bath together again. "Are you thinking of the monkeys?" David asked
with a chuckle.
"Yes, I'd like to do it again; I loved it yesterday, just like I love you."
That statement caused David to pause for consideration. He loved Garry in
return, and he was concerned that he might be taking advantage of a little
boy's attachment to him. I don't want to hurt him, he thought. But I know
he wants me to fuck him. The question is, can I do it without hurting him?
Although my penis is obviously much smaller that his father's was, it's not
all that small, and Garry's anus might not be big enough to accept it at
this age.
He picked Garry up, hugged him and kissed him. "Garry, love, do you really
want me to put my willy in your bottom? It would probably be painful,
because like it or not, you're just a little boy. You may need to grow for
a couple of years before you can take it." Garry started to cry at the
thought of being denied this from his hero.
"I know I'm little," he sobbed, "but I really want you to do it. Mum told
me that doing it shows you love each other, and I love you so much."David
was completely nonplussed at this statement. He suspected that Elaine was
almost willing him to bugger Garry, knowing that Garry would receive pain
and happiness in equal measure. He also realised that Elaine had known
definitely that her husband had tried it with Garry, and that she had
approved.
"All right, Garry, we'll do it after we've bathed." Garry's tears subsided
and his face betrayed his happiness at the thought of the forthcoming
evening's enjoyment. "Let's clean our teeth and have a wee first."
Then David realised an important if inconvenient fact. "Do one thing for me
before we get into the bath, Garry. Have a poo, in case your bottom is
full. I don't want to get your poo into my willy."
David undressed him and sat him on the toilet, then went into the bathroom
and started filling the bath. A few minutes lather, Garry came running in.
"I've done it, Daddy," he said, and then stopped to realise what he had
just called David. "Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle David. I forgot myself just then."
David wasn't at all upset by Garry's mistake; in fact, he took it as a
compliment."You can call me Daddy if you like. It has a lovely sound to
it. It makes me feel that we are even closer than before."
With that, David undressed and lifted Garry into the bath, then climbed in
himself. The normal ablutions followed, with David paying special attention
to Garry's anus, but declining to indulge in any overt sexual actions,
saying that it would keep for a little while. Garry looked a little peeved
at that, but David consoled him by saying, "We'll both sleep in my bed
tonight. It's a long time since I've slept cuddling someone I love."
Garry's beaming smile was all the comment required.
After drying both Garry and himself, David carried the little boy into the
master bedroom, kissing him all the way. He turned down the bedclothes and
gently deposited Garry. Then he searched in the drawer of his bedside table
for the resident tube of KY and a few tissues, placing them within easy
reach. He climbed into bed beside Garry.
Garry was lying on his back, his face showing blissful anticipation of what
was to come. As before, David lifted him and placed him in 69-fashion, but
this time bringing Garry's miniature penis to his mouth. He began the
sucking action that had so pleased Garry the previous evening, and then
transferred the attentions of his tongue to Garry's anus. Gently, he pushed
his tongue forward until it entered Garry's brown circle, causing Garry to
squeal with joy.
"Oh Daddy, that feels wonderful," Garry cried. "That's never happened to me
before." Ignoring the slight taste of ordure, David's tongue pressed on
into the waiting cavity at the end of David's alimentary canal. He could
feel the anal sphincter relaxing, and he reached under Garry and stroked
the little penis at the same time.
Garry reached towards David's pubic area and grasped the horn of plenty,
giving David a sudden surge of pleasure. "Go easy Garry," he said after
withdrawing his tongue, "I don't want to cum just yet. I want to save it
for this beautiful little bottom in front of me."
He reached for the tube of KY, smearing a large dollop on his forefinger,
and then anointing Garry's brown bud. Placing the tube at the entrance to
the rectum, he squeezed more KY into Garry, causing a little squeal. "Does
it hurt?" he enquired.
"No," said Garry, "It just feels a bit funny."
So David smeared more KY on his helmet, ready to enter Garry's tunnel of
love. He turned Garry over on to his back, and then placed himself between
the little thighs. "How much will it hurt, Daddy?" asked Garry. "That
depends on you, love. If you push downwards the same as when you just had a
poo, it shouldn't hurt too much. When you get used to it, it won't hurt at
all, and it will only bring you pleasure."
With that, David brought his glans towards Garry's glistening anus, slick
with the recent application of KY. As he pushed, he could see Garry's face
contorting with discomfort, and said, "Keep trying to push my willy out,
Garry. That way you will relax your bottom so that I can enter easily."
This advice had the required effect; Garry's anus relaxed and David's tube
of flesh slid in slowly. When the whole of his shaft had been accepted, he
began a slow rocking motion, gently pumping it in and out by an inch or
two. At the same time, he stroked one of Garry's nipples and fondled the
little penis, wetting his fingers, peeling back the foreskin and caressing
the tiny helmet. Garry's face manifest his extreme pleasure, his penis
growing to its full 4-centimetre length. He was being stroked, wanked and
buggered all at the same time, and he loved it. The length of David's
strokes in Garry's rectum gradually increased, bringing Garry to heights of
joy that he had never known to exist. "Oh, I want to wee, Daddy," he said.
"I don't think it's wee, love," said David, "You're about to have an
orgasm, and so am I. I'll explain that some other time."
He continued his rhythmic pumping of Garry's rectum, and finally, "I'm
cumming, Garry. Get ready for it." And with that, his strokes lengthened as
he slammed his pubic area against Garry's buttocks and ejaculated copious
quantities of baby-juice into Garry's bowels. Garry's eyes closed and he
started shaking uncontrollably, while his penis released a small amount of
urine.
"Oh no! I've weed on you Daddy," cried Garry. "Don't worry about it, love,
there's not much of it. I'll clean it up in a minute."
David reached for the tissues on the bedside table and slowly withdrew from
Garry. He held a tissue at Garry's anus to prevent any immediate drips of
semen, then he carried Garry to the toilet, sat him down and said "Push it
all out, Garry. If you don't it will only leak out of your bottom and make
a mess on the sheets. I'll go and clean myself up."
He went into the bathroom and washed his penis thoroughly. He loved Garry
very much, but had no illusions about the intestinal flora with which his
penis had been in contact.
After that he went back into the toilet and wiped Garry's bottom. Then he
carried Garry back to their bed, joined him and they both fell into an
exhausted but very happy sleep.
* * * * * * * *
The next morning, Sunday, brought an anguished phone call from
Elaine. Although she liked Frank, she had not agreed with his notion of
sexual enjoyment, which had included a request to use handcuffs and to don
black leather. This was no way to treat a lady, she said, and they were
returning home prematurely. Broad-minded she may be, but not to the point
of accepting any form of BDSM.
Garry was delighted that his mother would be returning so soon, and now
that he decided he had a father as well, his life seemed to glow with
happiness. "Don't read too much into this, Garry," David warned
him. "There's a very long way to go before your Mum and I might consider
getting together permanently." But the thought that his beloved Daddy had
even considered it was enough for Garry at that moment.
Later that morning, Elaine called for Garry. She had separated from her
weekend date, she declared, as they were friends but totally incompatible
in any deeper sense. While Garry was happily playing on the computer, David
discussed with Elaine the previous evening's sexual adventures. Elaine, as
David had suspected, already knew and approved the fact that Garry would
accept a much-loved father anally, and she was more than happy with it; she
thought it was wonderful. David had been concerned that he might have hurt
Garry, but Elaine knew better. Her husband had been training Garry's anal
sphincter with dildos just before he died; this was something of a shock to
David, who realised with satisfaction that Garry was brilliant at keeping a
secret.
They then started to discuss the ticklish problem of whatever future lay
before the three of them. They were already good friends, but had never
seriously considered any deepening of their relationship until now, now
that Elaine's sensitivities had received a significant jolt from Frank's
sexual proclivities. She knew that such people existed, of course, but as
with so many other unpleasant features in life, it only happens to other
people. But now it had happened to her, and she didn't like it. David
assured her that, despite his homosexual activities with David, he was not
interested in "kinky sex". "Oh, you're just like my husband," she said
warmly. "He used to make scathing remarks about rape, sado-masochism and
the like. He couldn't abide the thought, but he would have loved to have a
full sexual relationship with Garry."
"Well, we're all in agreement on both those subjects," David realised that
the atmosphere was becoming warmer by the minute.
Elaine took Garry home and David busied himself with the necessary
housekeeping chores. Try as he might, he couldn't forget the warm intimacy
that he had shared with Garry the previous evening, but he realised that
his only chance of continuing a permanent relationship with Garry was to
consider a permanent relationship with his mother. Although they were
drawing together in an emotional sense, that might not be enough to secure
the future.
* * * * * * * *
The same evening, he was sitting and watching TV when the doorbell rang and
Elaine and Garry appeared. The first occurrence was that Garry flung his
arms around David and cuddled him as though they hadn't seen each other for
ages.Elaine and Garry had been discussing the future privately, and had
both come to the conclusion that separate lives were fast becoming a non-
option. Would David consider moving in with Elaine and Garry, or perhaps
the other way round?
It took David less than milliseconds to agree, having come to a similar
conclusion himself during the day. The resulting expression on Garry's face
was enough to convince the two adults that this was the way forward, and
with that they began to plan. Elaine and Garry would move in with David,
bringing their possessions from all of a quarter-mile away. Practical
matters would be discussed with lawyers and others, such as the immediate
future of the Baxter house, which was by far the most significant financial
asset. All this was way over Garry's head of course. He just sat happily on
David's lap, almost purring with contentment. He was sporting a little
erection, which David noticed and he absent-mindedly started stroking it,
much to Elaine's amusement.
They decided that now was as good a time as any to move in, at least
temporarily, so the three of them drove round to the other house to collect
any required items for that night. There was a storm brewing, and they
wanted to complete any necessary collections before the rain started. Garry
collected his favourite teddy-bear, Elaine her change of clothes for the
morrow and her make-up kit (or her tool-box, as David described it).
They returned to David's house and prepared for bed. Elaine and David
shared the very enjoyable chore of bathing Garry, with both paying very
close attention to Garry's penis, which immediately responded with an
erection. Elaine rolled back the foreskin and washed the little helmet,
then bent down and kissed it. There was no objection from Garry!
David put Garry to bed and read him a story, settling him down with his
teddy-bear to cuddle. "I'd much rather cuddle you, Daddy," whispered Garry
sleepily. David just kissed him goodnight and went downstairs.
* * * * * * * *
Elaine and David sat discussing further requirements for their future as
the storm outside gathered ominously. A few points of necessity, then it
was time for bed. There was no point in expressing any sham prudity; both
knew what they wanted and both would give and take in equal measure.
As the storm grew in ferocity, so did their sexual activities. Elaine's
entrance of Venus was unshaven, much to David's delight. The artificially
childlike vulvas of the porno-women on the internet were a poor substitute
for this, the real thing. Adopting a 69-style position, they enjoyed each
other's equipment to the full.
They were about to consummate their relationship when a particularly loud
clap of thunder brought Garry running into their bedroom, scared out of his
wits. He immediately hid under the cover of their bedclothes, shaking with
fear. There was nothing for it but to accommodate him, so David lifted him
into bed with them, placed him between them and they both cuddled him
soothingly.
David's erection was still in evidence, and Garry felt it against his
legs. When the little one's fear had subsided, he eased himself down in the
bed and started sucking David's penis. Elaine realised what was happening
and she gently stroked Garry's erect little organ, uncovering the three of
them in the process. David reached over to his bedside table and switched
on the light, the better to appreciate this tableau.
"Can I watch you putting it into Mum?" Garry asked. Elaine assured David
that Garry had been well used to watching the same activities with his
father, so David agreed. He lay on his back and Elaine knelt astride him,
inserting his penis when she was ready. Garry added to her enjoyment by
stroking her anus.
It wasn't long before David felt the familiar feeling of rising sap, and he
then realised a little late that he was not using a condom. But Elaine
guessed his predicament and whispered, "It's all right. I'd love to give
Garry a little brother or sister."
So David's concern evaporated and he bent to the task of impregnating
her. Elaine closed her eyes and rode David as if he were a horse, so that
her clitoris rubbed on his pubic hair and his helmet tickled her cervix -
she was building up to a giant orgasm. While this was going on, Garry
stroked his mother's anus and his pseudo-father's scrotum, and the jets of
baby-batter soon followed, David jerking uncontrollably as he
ejaculated. Garry watched them both intently.
When this frenzied activity subsided, Elaine collapsed on top of David,
kissing and cuddling him. Garry joined in the cuddling, leaving David to
wonder how he had ever managed to live without this extreme pleasure. Then
Elaine rolled off David and the three of them settled down without further
ado. Elaine's vagina was dripping but she ignored it and went to sleep with
her two men- folk.
* * * * * * * *
Morning arrived, and there was a frenzied rush to the bathroom, with
breakfast and dressing activities following. Wonderful as the previous
night's activities had been, the world was beginning a new working week and
there was much to do. Elaine decided to call in sick, feigning a possible
bout of flu, which gave her some leeway to get Garry ready for
school. David managed to complete his morning routine without too much
interference, and he and Garry eventually arrived at the school.
After the morning's exertions, Elaine managed to sit down and ponder the
future. Yes, she thought with satisfaction, this was a return to the
married life that she had missed so much, and she suspected that David felt
the same. There was no question where Garry was concerned.
* * * * * * * *
That's the end of my little story. Any constructive comments would be
gratefully received. Any flames will be treated with the appropriate
extinguisher.